Sensitive
Sensitive
handle me with care
unless I tell you otherwise
don't pick on me or stare
eyes burn holes into my heart
way beyond repair
I cry at the drop of a hat
then stain my clothes with mascara
and I have nothing to wear
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2007
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